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Carve out a chunk, the happiness hunk. The one that stays clear of all of the junk. Without this fine piece, one is never in least, content with ones self. A man without peace. Take out the side, with ego and pride. That part is the worst, Just set that aside. Believe when they tell us, it too, makes us jealous. When envy is stricken, a man over-zealous. Cut out a slice, and anger's the price. Lets get rid of that, it's not very nice. See, this ones a cage, where bad memories age, and morph into new forms. A man full of rage. Punch out the holes, that sadness controls. It can be so hard, when charred into souls. Aside from the rest, but, nested in best. the sadness takes hold, and a soul is depressed. The thing that most feel, has taken the wheel, is fear in itself. Although, its not real. Fear is insane, it confuses the brain, into thinking its there. A mans shadow of pain.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
Mental Dismemberment
Carve out a chunk, the happiness hunk. The one that stays clear of all of the junk. Without this fine piece, one is never in least, content with ones self. A man without peace. Take out the side, with ego and pride. That part is the worst, Just set that aside. Believe when they tell us, it too, makes us jealous. When envy is stricken, a man over-zealous. Cut out a slice, and anger's the price. Lets get rid of that, it's not very nice. See, this ones a cage, where bad memories age, and morph into new forms. A man full of rage. Punch out the holes, that sadness controls. It can be so hard, when charred into souls. Aside from the rest, but, nested in best. the sadness takes hold, and a soul is depressed. The thing that most feel, has taken the wheel, is fear in itself. Although, its not real. Fear is insane, it confuses the brain, into thinking its there. A mans shadow of pain.
kyle-fisher
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
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